My Dearest Michael

I've seen the things that many of your so-called fans are posting around the internet. I know it hurts you. I wish I could stop them. I wish that I could make them understand. I cannot, nor can you.

Although we have never met, we share a common bond, a disease that people condemn us for having. It is not fair, but it is as it is. This is one of those things that we cannot change.

As I type this, It's All About Love is playing on my media player. I know that you felt that, understood that, when it was written. Perhaps, as I did, you let that knowledge slip away. But it IS all about love in the end. We search for so many things to fill the void that we often lose sight of the love that is around us. And there is plenty of love around us. There is plenty of love around you. Not all of your fans are asssholes. Some of us love and understand. Some would never hurt you. Some see that you are a human being with faults just like the rest of us, and not some sort of guitar playing machine.

OK. Maybe I speak only for myself, but I am certain that I am not the only one. So, please, when life seems to be handing you more than your fair share, remember this:

You ARE loved!